Here is the second installment of the frosty morning photos. In addition to the frost, several photos show frozen water droplets, evidence of the rain that preceded the snow and frost. The rose-colored backgrounds and highlights are indicative of the rising sun. The kids were home for Christmas this past weekend. Plenty of relaxing, with a little grouse hunting in the snow. Nate had one nice shot, so we did have something to show for our efforts. Ryan and Liz came up empty-handed after trying to spear a northern in the dark house. Plus, we had a couple of great meals, a ski, and a sauna; all in all, a nice Christmas.
Frosty Morning
Kids and Fish
It is time to sprinkle in some of last summer’s resort photos. Here is a Minnesota resort classic. I’m not sure how many fish Jackson has caught in his young life, but he sure is proud of this one. Every week kids love using one of our hand-lines and a bit of worm or kernel of corn or a piece of hotdog to catch sunnies off the dock. Some spend hours here, watching a pail fill up with fish and then dumping them back in the lake to be caught again another day. Thanks Annette, for sharing this photo of Jackson.
Traditions
Ryan and Liz were home for the weekend and one of our activities was cutting a small Christmas tree for their apartment. Although we don’t cut a wild tree every year, this year we did. Finding a natural tree that is thick enough, straight enough, and somewhat symmetrical is normally a long process. The kids wanted a small tree and found this one after a short search. Because it was crowding a white pine, we had no regrets in cutting it. As we begin some of our Christmas traditions, we wish everyone a great Christmas. May you find the time to enjoy some of your past traditions as well as experiment with some new ones.
A New Season
The earlier video post of the lake freezing was shot about a week before this photo. There was a see-saw battle between the ice and the open water for about a week; wind and temperature influencing who was winning, but finally, on December 5, the lake had officially entered its next season. This sunrise illuminating the new ice shows a meandering line that delineates a shelf of old ice from the brand new ice formed that night. Look at how smooth the ice is; for a skater this could be a very enticing photograph. Time to dig out the skates?
Half Moon Trail History
THE BEGINING OF HALF MOON TRAIL RESORT
By Pat Tesch Walsh
My parents and I lived on Lake Minnetonka near Excelsior, MN. During World War II my father (Harry Tesch) worked in a defense plant in Minneapolis as a tool and die maker. Many people left their homes during that time to work in defense plants and that was where he met Frank Bates. Henretta and Frank had a small resort on the south end of Boot Lake. My dad had 2 brothers who moved to Lake George after the war was over. We would visit them during the summer, pick blueberries and fish. In the fall we hunted grouse and deer. We enjoyed the area so much that we thought about having a cabin of our own. We stopped and visited Frank Bates one weekend and he told us about a cabin and 40 acres for sale on the lake. We drove part way into the property and walked through the brush the rest of the way. It seemed to be just what we were looking for. On our way back to Excelsior we stopped in Wadena at Merical Lumber Co. and bought it for $1200.00 (the summer of 1951).
During the winter we decided we would build a small resort and began the job of buying all the things necessary to furnish cabins. Mom went to moving sales, etc; she bought sheeting and hemmed sheets, she made quite a few quilts and bought blankets, etc on sales. By the time spring came she had enough furniture, linens and kitchen utensils for 4 cabins. Dad and I went to Boot Lake about March 1. Mom stayed in Excelsior to sell our home and another house that was rented out.
The first thing we had to do was get electric brought from the road and have a driveway built (the same one you have today). There was no telephone service available, that came about 5 years later. All of the roads were gravel except Hwy. 71. There was a little post office out on the Hwy. Our address was Argo, MN. All reservations were made by mail.
We hired a neighbor man to clear brush where the cabins were to be built and another neighbor with a chain saw to cut all the stumps off level with the ground. We saved every little tree and transplanted more from out in the brush. At that time there was very little shade. The size of those trees today is the most startling change to me! They are huge and beautiful.
That first spring we (my dad, my uncle, and I) built a garage and 4 cabins. The cabins had 2 bedrooms and a main room. They had flush toilets and running cold water. The kitchen had a sink, a 3 burner gas plate and an ice box. There was a wood burning air-tight heater for heat. The outside was log siding treated with preservatives and left in natural wood color.
When the lumber company logged off the land they had a sawmill set up at the north end. They left behind long piles of slab wood. Dad would saw it up in stove length pieces to be used in the air-tight heaters. It made almost instant heat and could be dangerous for those not used to wood heaters. We never had a fire but sometimes the stove pipes turned red.
The lumber company also left a large pile of sawdust and a small shed. This became our ice house. During the winter when the conditions were right the neighbors and dad would get together and cut ice. This was done at the south end of the lake where the tractors could easily pull the loads off the lake. The ice was packed in saw dust and it kept well through summer. Dad had a small tractor and a two wheel trailer. He would haul ice around to the cabins and (haul) garbage cans to the (on-site) dump.
We purchased 6 nice wood (cedar) strip boats and several motors. Next a fish cleaning house and a laundry room with “men” and “women” showers was built. This was located where your west wing on the lodge is today. We had 2 shallow wells that were witched by Joe Hughes. He always found the spot and knew exactly how many feet deep it would be.
The winter of 1952-53 my dad went back to Minneapolis to work and mom and I stayed at BootLake. No TV and nothing to do. I bought a “Learn How to Knit” book and soon I was even knitting socks. Dad had put his dark house out on the lake in front of our cabin. I had watched him spear fish since I was a little child and I soon found out I could do it too! When the second spring finally came we built 2 more cabins, a two bedroom and a three bedroom. Also we put a good-sized room on the back of the house to be used as a store.
With more boats on the lake each year the resort owners decided the lake needed to be stocked with more fish. The only way to accomplish this was to form a sportsmen’s club. The resort owners, neighboring farmers, and some others around the lake formed the Boot Lake Sportsmen’s Club and met once a month in an old school house on the north end of the lake. The building was sold the next year and the meetings were held in the Savannah Town Hall. There really wasn’t much to do in the winters, so the meetings were a popular way to get together and visit. Whole families came; we had holiday parties, basket lunches, pie socials, etc. The big event in the fall was the “turkey shoot”. The Game and Fish Dept. planted fry in the rearing ponds north on Hughes Rd. In the fall members of the club would help seine the fingerlings and transport them to Boot Lake and Big Dinner Lake. The club served two important purposes: fish for the lake and social meetings for the neighborhood….
My story of Half Moon Trail ends here. I’m a very poor writer, but I thought you would like to have a little history about the resort. If you have any questions, I would be happy to answer them. My family is so pleased to have Grandpa’s fish back. We really appreciate your kindness in letting us have it.Thank you!
Pat Tesch Walsh
For the record: Grandpa’s fish is a 21 pound Northern that Harry speared (the local story that I heard, he actually speared another one the same week about the same size). This fish was mounted and was hanging in the lodge when we purchased the resort. Also, I think that Marie and Rol built cabin 1 and we know that Denny and Linda built cabins 7, 9, 10, 11. 12. 13, and the three lodge units. They also enlarged the lodge with several additions, enlarged the owners home attached to the lodge, and built the swimming pool. At some point, someone combined two original cabins to make cabin 6, ditto for cabin 4. Mary and Dave have remodeled all of the original cabins, put cabin 17 back in service, plus they built cabin 18. Our thanks to Pat Tesch Walsh for writing this letter explaining the beginning of the resort. Pat was the daughter of the original owners.
Boot Lake Freeze-up
Only a couple times in our 16 years have we witnessed the actual freeze-up of the lake. Normally this happens at night when the wind dies and the temperature drops. One morning at the end of November we woke up to an awesome display. Overnight the north half of BootLake froze glass-smooth, but the mist was pouring off the open water to the south; mist so thick the sun was diffused into a bright orange cloud. We have created a one minute video of this amazing morning. Two things of interest in this video: the steam rising not only from the water, but also from the fresh ice, and the secondly the 4 large birds flying into the rising sun are trumpeter swans. They are commonly seen feeding on our lake up until freeze-up. Here is the link for the video: http://youtu.be/1jy1-z7au6k
Skating on Water
We took advantage of an unusual circumstance last weekend. The previous week much of our lake froze smooth as glass. However, we had a shelf of ice two to three inches thick and open water in front of the resort. We look for 3 inches of solid ice to walk on, so to be safe we stayed close to shore, no deeper than 3 feet of water. The warm temps on Saturday created a layer of water over the smooth ice, which created a “skating on water” experience. For the nervous types (and for my mother), I would like to point out the boat cushion and rope contraption that I am wearing on my back in one of the photos, just in case. We were out about 1.5 hours and had a blast!